I practice martial arts by adding skill points in modern city-Chapter 66: 【062】Gather manpower, find the Buddha statue

The sky was faintly bright, a ray of sunlight just emerging on the horizon.

Immortal Overlapping Rock, Guanyin’s Footprint.

"Uh... huh... uh... huh..."

The old monk was lying in a pool of blood beside the footprint of Bodhisattva Guanyin, the blood flowing from his wounds completely filled the footprint, making it look particularly tragic.

His face was bruised and battered, covered in blood, one of his eyes was swollen shut, and even a few of his teeth had been knocked out.

The pattering rain fell on the old monk’s face, yet it still couldn’t wash the bloodstains clean.

"Killing me won’t help, the Buddha statue, the Buddha statue is not with me, it was lost long ago..." Clutching his chest, struggling to sit up, the old monk weakly said to a middle-aged man a few steps away.

The man was wearing a black waterproof jacket, most of his face hidden under a hood, his slanted eyes were as cold as a viper as he stared at the old monk. His fists were tightly clenched, wrapped in black bandages.

Unlike normal fists, this man’s fists seemed larger, and his knuckles were flat, clearly having honed his External Boxing to an exceptional level.

"For so many years you’ve been telling the outside world you lost the Buddha statue, Master Yan Jie, but in all these decades, you have never gone to any corner of Dong County to search for it. This isn’t how someone who lost a treasure his master entrusted him to safeguard should behave,"

The middle-aged man leaped onto the rock, his icy voice whispering, and then he lifted his leg and stomped on the old monk’s foot.

"Ah!!!"

The sound of bones cracking instantly rang out, and the old monk wailed in agony. His ankle was completely parallel to the surface of the rock, his entire foot stomped broken at the heel by the middle-aged man.

Such pain would be enough to make anyone faint instantly, and although the old monk was a martial practitioner, he couldn’t escape this fate.

Just as his eyes rolled back, about to pass out, the middle-aged man kicked him again in the ribs, sending a searing pain through his body, snapping him back to consciousness.

"I really don’t have the Buddha statue. It was lost a long time ago, stolen by someone unknown. Even if you dismember me, you won’t gain any information!"

"Master Yan Jie, the Buddha statue maybe indeed not with you, but you hid it, didn’t you? It’s somewhere on this island, and I advise you to reveal its location to spare yourself some pain."

"I really don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve lost the Buddha statue, I’m too ashamed to face Shaolin, and staying in Dong County is just to avoid the shame. Why won’t you leave me alone? Must you drive me to death to be happy?"

Click!

The middle-aged man didn’t respond; he just increased the force on his foot, causing the old monk to cry out in agony once more.

Not far away in the Guanyin Temple, the incense was swirling, with three new sticks offered to Guanyin, who held her fingers in a gentle smile, ignorant of the horrific scene happening outside in the misty rain.

...

"Pfft!"

Popping out from beneath the sea, Wang Longhu spat out the seawater that had seeped into his mouth, swiftly swinging his arms to swim ashore.

"The results are excellent, my proficiency improves rapidly, and at this rate, my Xingyi Boxing will level up again within two days." Wiping the water off his hair, Wang Longhu felt elated.

Only after confronting the vast sea can a person truly sense their own insignificance.

While training underwater, the slightest carelessness could result in being swept away by an unexpected current to places unknown — that feeling was akin to having a knife against Wang Longhu’s throat, keeping him from losing focus and requiring complete concentration.

In such a high-pressure environment, his proficiency in Xingyi Boxing progressed rapidly, at more than twice the rate of training in the reservoir.

Stepping swiftly along the embankment wall with his Lightweight Skill, Wang Longhu easily climbed to the top of the embankment; should an ordinary person see this, they would surely be shocked beyond words.

Because what Wang Longhu was doing far exceeded the realm of modern sports.

Soaked through, he ran back to Changpit Top, intending to take a shower and change clothes, when a discomforting feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.

Having just experienced this the day before, Wang Longhu’s face instantly darkened, his whole body tensed up.

"No way? Again?"

"Wang Longhu."

A muffled voice sounded from behind the courtyard wall, and the figure of a big monk slowly emerged.

Today, the big monk looked particularly different from usual, wearing a leather jacket and a baseball cap, appearing very robust.

The usual serene expression on his face was gone, replaced by a serious look, as if something significant had happened.

"It’s you, Master, is something wrong?" Wang Longhu breathed a sigh of relief, took out the key to unlock the door, and asked.

Yet, he couldn’t help feeling anxious; could it be that yesterday’s issue with that old lady was exposed? Was the big monk here to inquire?

"Something’s happened in Dong County, it’s a mess, someone’s stirred up the stagnant water, a storm is coming," the big monk said solemnly, in a low voice.

Wang Longhu was taken aback, looking puzzled: "What?"

"Master Yan Jie... has only a breath left in him. It was done by a martial artist, but not from any of Dong County’s known martial factions, it’s someone else after the Marrow Cleansing Scripture. Wang Longhu, I want to ask for your help."

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